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Monday, 3 August 2015

New Release: Alpha's Mate (Alpha's Tutor 3)

Mistake number one: Ethan Drake’s enemies violated his most sacred
rule. They took what rightfully belonged to him.

Mistake number two: The poor suckers didn’t think through mistake
number one…

Billionaire werewolf Ethan Drake believed he got his happily-ever-after
when he found his fated mate in sexy and submissive human, Remy Carlson. To
claim Remy, Ethan put his heart on the line and risked it all. Just when Ethan
said good riddance to shifter politics, the past has a way of dragging him back
to the mud. Doesn’t matter though. The poor suckers who took his mate are about
to find out what it’s like, pissing off a possessive alpha.

Ethan let him go, so Remy could start stripping.
Even now, Remy’s hands shook and his pulse raced under Ethan’s expected gaze.
He fumbled for the buttons of his shirt, relieved he finally got them undone.
Ethan let out an appreciative growl as Remy stood, half-naked in front of him.

“Continue. Don’t make me wait, pet, or are you
begging for a spanking?”

Maybe Remy did, because after delaying it so
long, he finally let Ethan bend him over his lap two weeks ago. God. Remy
didn’t know being spanked was the most erotic and sexiest thing he’d ever
experienced. He wouldn’t tell Ethan that though, although he suspected the
dominant alpha werewolf knew his kinks.

Face flushed, Remy stepped out of his boxers and
knelt in front of Ethan. Ethan approached him, nudged a foot to spread Remy’s
legs wider, to reveal his aching and curving cock.

“Very nice, pet.”

Standing so close to him, Remy keenly felt their
roles. Him nude and kneeling, and Ethan fully clothed and in command—werewolf
and human, dominant and submissive, and both very much in love with each other.
Remy was also aware of Ethan’s hard-on staring at him in the face. He licked
his lips, excited by the prospect of taking Ethan’s length between his lips,
and wielding the power to make his dominant mate groan.

“Please, sir. May I please you?” Remy asked. A
few weeks ago, he would’ve been so embarrassed to ask, to bare his body and
soul so openly to his Dom, but now he was more confident. Sure of his needs.

“Go ahead, sub,” Ethan said, pulling off his
shirt.

Remy reached out and unzipped Ethan’s jeans. He
pulled out Ethan’s cock, which stood long, full and erect. He applied pressure
to Ethan’s balls, knowing how Ethan liked that. Remy flicked his tongue over
the pre-cum gathered at Ethan’s cockhead, enjoying Ethan’s sound of appreciation.
Placed at the position to torment his Dom, Remy took his time, dragging his
tongue from root to head.

Remy obeyed, opening his mouth to take Ethan. He
gagged at first, before getting used to Ethan’s size. By now, Remy was good at
giving head. He applied careful suction with every inch. Ethan growled, and the
sound warmed his insides. Once Ethan’s tip reached the back of his throat, he
drew out. Remy took a few seconds, before diving back in a few more times.

Ethan gripped his hair hard, and Remy knew he
was close. The alpha let out a tell-tale shudder.

Remy couldn’t keep the eager moan from escaping
him. Ethan led him to their bedroom. Sometimes Remy still couldn’t believe he
was Ethan Drake’s live-in boyfriend. Ethan had been gracious enough to
accommodate Remy’s things, and they made furniture decisions together.

Once inside, Ethan locked the door. Remy watched
him pull out a couple of items from their toy drawer. Ethan laid out each item
on the bed, letting Remy see the items. There was a pair of leather cuffs, a
spreader bar, blindfold, a wicked-looking leather strap, condoms, ointment, and
lube. Ethan sat on the edge on the bed, and looked at him expectedly.

“Are you going to make this easy or hard, pet?”

Remy swallowed. “Easy, sir.”

“Perfect.” Ethan held out his hand and Remy
clasped it. “Do you trust me, Remy?”

Ethan asked that question each time they began a
scene, and Remy always gave him the same answer. “Of course, sir.”

Remy noticed the brief pleasure flash through
his eyes.

“Wrists, pet.” Remy offered his wrist, sighing
at the familiar slap of leather on his skin. After securing the cuffs, Ethan
placed a blindfold over his head, and helped position him over his lap. Remy
bit his lip as he felt the cool air caress his bare ass. Being unable to see
also seemed to heighten his other senses.

God. The anticipation was killing him.

“Stay still,” Ethan chided, pinching his left
ass cheek, before suddenly delivering a smart bare-handed smack. Remy moaned,
as Ethan delivered a couple of blows to either cheek, warming him up. “Where
are we, pet?”